In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

Like looming shadow creatures, the group of 200 men flashed through the scene.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap!

Their feet hardly touched the floor as they lightly pushed off while keeping their hands flaring backward.

You dare harm their mistress? Kill!

In a flash, the group not only bypassed the town gates but entered well into the space with menacing auras.

They were ready to show these ignorant folks just who they were messing with.

However, the strange scene before them almost made many miss their steps.

The expression on Kilmo's cracked slightly. He, Kilmo, was his mistress' 2nd in command.

And he put it here today that he had never seen such strange enemies before.

It's okay for the enemy to charge towards them for war. But why were they looking at them so strangely? Why were they looking at them like fresh pieces of meat finely roasted above an open flame?

"These people are weird." Someone murmured.

Could it be they had stumbled upon an evil town that loved to eat human flesh? Or could it be they were a town that wanted to forcefully marry people in?... Or else why were they looking at them like that?

Maybe because of this, the men all felt too irritated, wanting to get this mission done and after will.

"Kill! Kill them all! Our mistress needs us!" Kilmo bellowed, putting the matter of their strangeness away.

So what? In the end, all that these people would meet was death!

Kilmo felt he had stabilized his mind. But the closer these people got, the stranger their worlds, almost making him doubt his sanity.

"Hahahhahaha~... I can't believe I'm finally getting the first pick of the lot."

"Hey! I call dibs on the funny-looking one to the left."

"No way! That's the one I wanted. Don't you see his HP and stat? Damn! This guy will give me bigger rewards if I take him down!"

"Hey, senior Killer... Over here! Pick me! Pick me!"

"What? Just you? Impossible! Senior killer. Look at me. I'm obviously a good target. I'm weak, I'm defenses, I'm wobbly and disintegrated in terms of structure. So who else can you pick but me?"

"_"

Kilmo was dumbfounded.

Was weakness something to brag about?

He has seen people quarreling to escape death. But never has he seen anyone beg to be targeted and killed so much.

But since they wanted to die so much, who was he not to grant their wishes?

Kilmo reached for his 'Jindo,' ready to deliver a decisive blow to an enemy.

The Jindo.

If Chu Che saw it, he would describe its appearance to be similar to a pair of nunchucks connected with 2 large bladed claws on the ends of the scabbards.

(**The scabbards/sheaths were the parts most people held onto when using nunchucks. They would twist and work these parts around like the famous Bruce Lee.)

Yes.

The scabbards connected with claws/hooks as long as one's lower arm and were also double-edged.

Additionally, the weapon had another advantage.

The nunchuck chains could fit into one of the scabbards and stretch to about 10 feet.

All that was left was for the Wielder to scream: 'Get over here,' before dealing the chains.

This means the weapon was good in both short and long-range attacks.

The Jindo... A combination of claws and nunchucks that could stretch out or retain its length.

To Kilmo, this was his favorite weapon.

"Release!"

The chain was lengthened, and the claw shot wildly, lending only destruction wherever it turned.

The pressure released was high and very scary. If they didn't know the guarantee they had from Boss Chu, they would've definitely fled the scene and not court death this much.

One must live to fight another day. That would've been the plan.

But with them on tasker mode, they were relatively safe.

Firstly, if their HP went down to a certain percentage, they would be forcefully teleported straight to the mission hall.

Again, if any attack coming their way were sensed to be one that would kill them or lower their HP below the specific mark., they would get forcefully sent away if they didn't dodge on time. So what were they afraid of?

Many only laminated to rip as many benefits as possible before being sent away. And if they successfully stayed until the end without getting forcefully teleported, there was another special reward.

No way! No one cared about death in these times.

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Slash! Slash! Bam! Pat! Boom!~

Kilmo landed attacks on the many pesky flies that tried to swarm him in all directions.

Kick here, punch there, and his weapon to those jumping in... Oh my heavens!

What the hell was wrong with these weaklings? Don't they know to have recognition when lacking in obvious strength?

Look here! He was the powerful one, olay?

Augh~

They were so annoying.

The scene was akin to several ants climbing up an ant hill.

They just kept coming and coming from all directions, as though he were the only killer here.

Bastards!

Kilmo's eyes glowed fiercely.

"Explosive waves!"

Boom!

A powerful eruption went off that sent many flying.

Finally, some air... Some goddamn personal space!.. Or so he thought before getting bombarded by another little bastard."

"SubZero! Ice Grenade!"

Shhhhaahhh!!!~

The ice attack caught him off guard, freezing one of his scanners.

What?!!!

He felt the qi surrounding the ice very pure, even though it was weaker than himself, probably because his opponent was also weak. But give the person some time to grow, and he had no doubts he would be frozen to an icicle for years to come.

Again, It wasn't just this attacker that left him speechless.

‘Why?’

Kilmo was confused.

W was everyone's attack so pure of qi?

It's almost as though they weren't cultivating in this same lower realm with everyone else.

'No! We must eliminate them before they grow.'

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